Him (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 18

He stares at me while Harry is trying to figure out who I'm talking about. And Harry spots him just as he starts walking towards us and I gulp as Harry's grip tenses around my waist.

As he gets to us I fake a smile. "Hi." I say, "Do I know you?" I add with a faked confused smile.

"I.. Aren't you Rose?" He asks his smile fading as he tilts his head.

"Um, no." I lie.

"Are you sure? I mean I could swear that.. It is you, I know cause-" He starts with a nervous laugh, but was cut off.

"She said no, now go." Harry snaps and my smile fades too. I would've been weird if I would've continued smiling...

"Jeez, don't need to get heated up just cause I dated her first." He smirks and I face-palm, he is seriously begging to be killed right now.

"Excuse me?" Harry hisses, giving him a chance to take his words back, and I try to pull Harry away, but he doesn't budge.

"You heard me." He challenges, and I nudge on Harry's shoulder.

"Let's just go, babe." I say and smile a bit at Harry, but he just looks at me for a moment with his features softening before turning around and behind Alan's hand so it snaps and I gasp as he screams.

I pull Harry away from him and this time he complies walking quickly to out hotel room with me. I glance at the door as we're walking inside, and it says 'Royal Sweet'. WHAT.

I walk inside a bit dazed and close the door as Harry calmly walks to the bed and places our luggage on it.

"How are you so calm?" I ask him. I can't believe we got away with that.

"What do you mean?" He asks, turning around with a small smile and wrapping his hands around my waist.

"You just fucking broke his arm!" I yell and push him back.

"He was getting on my nerves." He says and my blood boils.

"Okay maybe he deserved it, but still, you can't just go around breaking-" I ramble as he presses his lips on mine. I pull back and lift my hand to slap him on his cheek, but inches before it touches his cheek, he stops my hand by grabbing my wrist. He starts baking me into the wall, and leans in really close.

"Do you wanna try that again, babe?" He whispers and I shiver as he nibbles my ear.

"No.." I say quietly, so quietly that if he wasn't a 100 year old being with superpowers he wouldn't have heard me. This emotion that I'm feeling is new around Harry, fear. He's usually nice and doesn¨t lose his temper on me easy. Why now?

And more importantly, why am I afraid?

 "Good." He mumbles as he studies my expression, not meeting him in the eye. Finally, he sighs and walks over to the bed pulling his hair.

"Babe, I'm sorry.. I just lose my temper sometimes." He says sympathetically and looks at me with pleading eyes.

"No, it's okay, I shouldn't have freaked out about that so badly I guess." I say as I hesitantly walk to him. I pull him in for a hug and he tenses at first, but relaxes after a second hugging be back tightly. I hug him back even more tightly playfully and giggle a bit.

"Damn woman, you're cutting off my circulation." He says letting out a faked gasp.

"You don't have a circulation." I laugh.

"Well, it pinches." He says laughing too and we both let go. It's funny how we can't stay angry or even annoyed with each other for long. But it still bothers me a bit that I was so scared of him. I'm never scared of him.

"Let's just go to sleep okay? It's getting late." I suggest and he nods, taking his clothes off, except for his boxers and goes under the covers. I take off my jeans and shirt, leaving me in my laced black underwear. I hear Harry whistle and I laugh as I shake my head. I walk over to Harrry's suitcase, taking one of his shirts and putting it on, earning a confused ook from him.

"What? I like you're smell." I giggle and snuggle next to him.

"I liked it better when you were just in that underwear of yours." He whispers in my ear, sending chills to my spine and I blush, turning around so I was facing him and his bare chest, that I just couldn't stop looking at.

"Like what you see?" He quirks an eyebrow and I nod moving my blue orbs to meet his green ones as I place my hand on his stomach. We lay there for a good ten minutes, in comfortable silence as he plays with my hair and I rub circles on his toned abs.

"Do you know what happens to vampires who don't get to feed?" He suddenly asks and I turn my gaze to his eyes a bit confused.

"I always wondered about that actually..." I say, my voice strained from not talking in a while.

"Living skeletons. Like famine pictures from those dusty countries...only not half as funny." He says while shaking his head. "Liam was like that once, I found him like that. Trapped in a cellar of a vampire hunter. It was a horrible sight." He sighs. I wonder what goes on in his head.

"Wait.. There actually are vampire hunters?" I ask him a little surprised.

"I mean.. yeah. There are certain details to a vampire, on which you can recognize one." He says blankly.

"Oh, like what?"

"Well, there's a dark colored ring around the iris of their eyes, and a generally noticable different color surrounding the pupil. And their breathing will be slightly shallow, except when they're really exited or upset. And you know, just generally people get a heavy, thick, dark feel to vampires." He explains.

"Well that explains you're breathing." I laugh and he chuckles a bit. "But what about your heartbeat? It seems normal." I point out.

"Well it usually matches to the person closest to them. That means that right now, I sort of have your heartbeat." He answers and I press my ear against his chest.

"Weird." I mutter.

"Yeah.. Go to sleep love, wit's already 11pm." He says closing his eyes and I sigh.

"Okay, night Haz." I say kissing him gently on the lips, and turn around closing my eyes.

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I feel something scratch the flesh my leg, that felt like a claw, and I tense as I open my eyes, looking around the room. Nothing. I look at my leg that's hurting and I let out a hiss between my teeth as I touch the wound with my fingers. It looks like.. A sort of cat scratch. I feel my pulse quicken and I begin to panic as I realize Harry's not next to me, in fact, there's an extremely ugly, black, hairy looking creature sitting there, with crooked teeth ad drool falling from his mouth, looking at me evilly.

I scream and fall off the bed. Then I open my eyes and adjust to the lightness in the room, and look at a extremely concerned Harry next to me asking if I'm okay, his shirt half on him. I guess it was just a dream, thank god.

"I.. I just had a bad dream." I mutter as I look in his eyes. He wipes my cheecks, and nly then I realize that I'm crying. Oh wow, I'm such a baby.

"Sorry." I say to him bluntly before he can question my dream further, and get up.

"For what?" He asks putting his shirt on all the way now.

"For being such a baby, I'm crying over a dream.. Bloody hell." I mumble and meet his eyes.

"Hey, it's totally normal. What happened in it?" He asks genuinely curious as he sits on the bed, and I do too.

"Something scratched my leg right there-"I start and point to my ankle, and see his eyes widen. There are three scratch marks, exactly like in the dream.